He observed the sun streaming down on her, illuminating her perfect features. He loathed the sunshine, it was contrasting to his dark soul. but oh, it made her look like a heavenly angel. How dare she be so beautiful.

He sat on the edge of her neatly made bed, she stood in front of him, so close to him. She pressed a gauze with alcohol to his bleeding temple. He wouldn't tell her how he'd been hit. He simply sat and stared up at her, trying, forcing himself not to fall in love at the sight.